First Snow.

There's snow hitting the ground

Beyond this frosted window glass.

The Sun and I meet

To greet each other and bring in

The morning.

I want to tell you now it's snowing-

That flakes dance in circles on road's pavement black,

That crystal seems to be the new fruit from trees

Ripe, and ready to harvest.

Last night, all I wanted was to hold you closer

And listen to your quiet moans from morning lost dreams.

Your hand on mine was so warm

Subdued fire.

Now I'm left with a few stolen orange embers.

This morning I'm greeted with snow.

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[Celtic Cat]

Yikes! 45 views and not one review... what a sin! For shame on those viewers! Sorry my review comes a bit late, but thanks so much for the read request! this piece just transported me to somewhere wonderful. Truly a breathtaking piece, second read I found myself holding my breath! Your ability to bring me to a moment in time is quite the rare gift. Perhaps you just left those other readers speechless. Excellent write, I'm faving it.